Only I Love
Chapter 2

Ala was like hearing a great thunderous roar that made her flinch. The hand of the father within his grasp was slowly released. Obviously the hooded girl was shocked to hear this request of her father.

Not only Ala was surprised, the young man who had been silent had described the same look. He looked at Ala who was looking at him pushyly and shook her head.

Don't accept him! Because I was the one who loved you first. I am the one who deserves you. Not him, or anyone else.

"Ala, Abi doesn't have much time left. Abi just wants to fulfill a promise to Abi's best friend first, aagghh ...." Abi looks squealed his face pressing against his chest.

"D-cog?" Ala became increasingly nervous and clasped her father's hand back.

"Son, you are Abi's hope. He is your husband. He will guide you to the world. So, you must love and be devoted to be a godly wife for Syauqi later."

Ala was stunned to hear the father's request. 'But I don't know what it's like to love someone. Abi is my first love.' Ala fought in her heart.

"A-Come ... Do you mind Abi's request?"

"Ba-good, Bi. Ala will follow Abi's will." Ala kissed the hand that was in her grasp. Meanwhile, the man who had been silently bending his shoulder face, completely lost hope.

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"What's? I have to get married tomorrow?" Heavy sounds were heard filling a room in the famous Pondok Pesantren building in Padang Panjang City.

"Yes, we promised since we were young that we would unite our family by marrying our son, which means you and Humaira should get married!" said the middle-aged man who was none other than Ustadz Fajar.

"But, well, I already have my own choice that I want to apply for. His name is Salma, not Humaira" the man in Muslim clothes said, with a thin beard on his chin.

"Then, what about Dad's promise to Dad's friend? He just died this morning. Will you remain steadfast in refusing the last request of the dead?"

Even the silent atmosphere felt so thick. Several times Uqi, this familiar greeting to his son, was heard sighing heavily and violently. Clearly, he was so objected and had no desire to fulfill his father's request.

"But I don't know him, Dad. In my heart is filled only with a name, Salma."

"You know, but you're lying about what you've learned so far to get there in Cairo. Why Muslims are forbidden to love other than in marriage. That's haram!"

"Now you end your story with that woman named Salma, and marry Humaira! If you don't want to, your father's the next one to die of shame!" Ustadz Fajar said it all out loud and firmly.

This certainly makes the man called Ustadz Uqi speechless no longer able to dwell on other reasons. However, his hands clasped tightly and trembled.

Don't blame me, if I can never love that girl. And, in the end, I will still marry Salma.

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At night, in a mourning atmosphere, Ustadz Fajar brought all his family members to the funeral home of Alm. Ustadz Yusuf, his friend. There was also attended by his son who will be reunited for the first time with a girl named Humaira Fii Jannah.

The girl, watching the face of the man who was about to marry her. How surprised he was when he saw the handsome and shady face of the man he knew named Syauqi Abdurahman Jaya. Ala's eyes didn't blink at all.

Subhanallah, it turns out that he is very handsome, his inner being.

The middle-aged woman who was none other than the mother, embraced the arms of the princess. He easily read that the princess had fallen in love when the first look at the man as the place where her eldest daughter was placed.

However, unlike Ala, Ustadz Uqi never looked at Ala's face at all. To him, Salma was the most beautiful girl he knew. Thus, his heart closed staring at any girl. In his heart, he would still continue his marriage to Salma, no matter what his status would be.